Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.